One beautiful evening when my grand daughters were here, they put on their dress up clothes and rubber boots,
we went outside and then it was all unicorns, fairy dust and rainbows.
Sister love is magic.
Especially when the sun is setting.
I hope they always have memories of playing on the steps of Paw Paw's church.
And of countless Ring around the Rosies in the front yard.
And of skipping til the sun sets.
And I hope they always hold each other's hands through life.